orgasm.”
Disappointment turned down the corners of Yoyin’s lips. Why was the licking limited to her outer area? Her cunt was on fire. She couldn’t be held responsible if her pussy suddenly erupted with an outpour of tangy hot sauce.
Like a starving animal, guest number nine climbed on top of the table. Yoyin tensed with expectation as she felt long hair brush against her inner thighs. The woman stretched out her tongue, taste testing with tentative flicks, and then progressed to ardent licking. Using the full length of her tongue, she lathed one side of Yoyin’s pussy and then the other, carefully avoiding the moist and tasty center.
Unable to help herself, Yoyin murmured softly, writhed ever so gently, attempting to guide the woman’s mouth toward the gaping opening of her heated pussy. But guest number nine was an experienced diner, skillfully lapping at her outer pussy and avoiding all contact with Yoyin’s dripping core. The woman completely ignored her large, erect, and pleading-for-attention clit.
Damn you, bitch! Eat it, lick it, suck it! Sexual pain shafted through her, but amazingly, she was able to exercise restraint. Very soon, all her hedonistic desires would be fulfilled—pairs of lips would kiss her cherry-smeared mouth and suck her chocolate-covered tits. Multiple mouths would alternate nibbling and feasting between her legs. Cocks of various sizes would slide into her gaping hole and give her intense, multiple orgasms.
Or so, she hoped.
CHAPTER 7
A rush of staff emerged from the kitchen. A curtain was held up, obscuring Yoyin from view. The flock of adept workers spritzed her body with a lemony cleaner and busily began wiping off all residues of sauces and seafood.
Though she couldn’t see him, she recognized Michael’s voice on the other side of the curtain. “I am so pleased that all of you could be here to welcome our newest guest at the villa. Yoyin has traveled all the way from Philadelphia to grace us with her rare beauty,” he said. “Our dear hostess has allowed our eyes to behold the splendor of her feminine physique and to indulge your taste buds with her unique and mouthwatering body flavors. I make a toast to the exquisitely beautiful and delicious Yoyin!”
“To Yoyin!” the diners chorused.
“In a few moments, dessert will be served.”
Ice ran through Yoyin’s veins. Dessert! No! What in the hell was wrong with these gluttonous people? They had the appetites of voracious, ravenous beasts. She wanted to shout and scream at them. She could not bear another second of their greedy tasting, touching and groping for food. She was ready to scoot off the platter to demand a forceful fucking from that faceless man who had brushed his impossibly long cock against her hip. Where was he? She wanted to yank her head free and demand he reveal himself. She yearned to cry out in sexual agony as scorching waves of lust threatened to melt the chocolate that molded her pebbled flesh.
Noticing Yoyin’s distress, the chef hurried to her side and then spoke in a hushed tone. “Be patient. Let your guests enjoy dessert. Immeasurable satisfaction is only moments away,” he assured her with a cryptic smile.
His words did not calm her. But her silence assured him that she’d allow the gluttonous diners to have their freakin’ dessert.
The chef gave orders to the cooking staff as they hurriedly arranged pastries and other desserts. “Place the macadamia fudge tortes along the stretch of her arms. The pineapple cream cheese pies can outline her legs.” He leaned downward and spoke directly to Yoyin. The pûkini mai`a …” As he inhaled, he explained, “It’s a rich banana pudding…will be spread on your tummy. Finally, chocolate truffles and coconut shavings will be sprinkled over you from head to toe.”
“Madam,” Louis said gently. She felt the heat of his body as he bent over her. “I’m going to paint your beautiful lips with a cherry glaze.” Louis wasn’t strikingly
Disappointment turned down the corners of Yoyin’s lips. Why was the licking limited to her outer area? Her cunt was on fire. She couldn’t be held responsible if her pussy suddenly erupted with an outpour of tangy hot sauce.
Like a starving animal, guest number nine climbed on top of the table. Yoyin tensed with expectation as she felt long hair brush against her inner thighs. The woman stretched out her tongue, taste testing with tentative flicks, and then progressed to ardent licking. Using the full length of her tongue, she lathed one side of Yoyin’s pussy and then the other, carefully avoiding the moist and tasty center.
Unable to help herself, Yoyin murmured softly, writhed ever so gently, attempting to guide the woman’s mouth toward the gaping opening of her heated pussy. But guest number nine was an experienced diner, skillfully lapping at her outer pussy and avoiding all contact with Yoyin’s dripping core. The woman completely ignored her large, erect, and pleading-for-attention clit.
Damn you, bitch! Eat it, lick it, suck it! Sexual pain shafted through her, but amazingly, she was able to exercise restraint. Very soon, all her hedonistic desires would be fulfilled—pairs of lips would kiss her cherry-smeared mouth and suck her chocolate-covered tits. Multiple mouths would alternate nibbling and feasting between her legs. Cocks of various sizes would slide into her gaping hole and give her intense, multiple orgasms.
Or so, she hoped.
CHAPTER 7
A rush of staff emerged from the kitchen. A curtain was held up, obscuring Yoyin from view. The flock of adept workers spritzed her body with a lemony cleaner and busily began wiping off all residues of sauces and seafood.
Though she couldn’t see him, she recognized Michael’s voice on the other side of the curtain. “I am so pleased that all of you could be here to welcome our newest guest at the villa. Yoyin has traveled all the way from Philadelphia to grace us with her rare beauty,” he said. “Our dear hostess has allowed our eyes to behold the splendor of her feminine physique and to indulge your taste buds with her unique and mouthwatering body flavors. I make a toast to the exquisitely beautiful and delicious Yoyin!”
“To Yoyin!” the diners chorused.
“In a few moments, dessert will be served.”
Ice ran through Yoyin’s veins. Dessert! No! What in the hell was wrong with these gluttonous people? They had the appetites of voracious, ravenous beasts. She wanted to shout and scream at them. She could not bear another second of their greedy tasting, touching and groping for food. She was ready to scoot off the platter to demand a forceful fucking from that faceless man who had brushed his impossibly long cock against her hip. Where was he? She wanted to yank her head free and demand he reveal himself. She yearned to cry out in sexual agony as scorching waves of lust threatened to melt the chocolate that molded her pebbled flesh.
Noticing Yoyin’s distress, the chef hurried to her side and then spoke in a hushed tone. “Be patient. Let your guests enjoy dessert. Immeasurable satisfaction is only moments away,” he assured her with a cryptic smile.
His words did not calm her. But her silence assured him that she’d allow the gluttonous diners to have their freakin’ dessert.
The chef gave orders to the cooking staff as they hurriedly arranged pastries and other desserts. “Place the macadamia fudge tortes along the stretch of her arms. The pineapple cream cheese pies can outline her legs.” He leaned downward and spoke directly to Yoyin. The pûkini mai`a …” As he inhaled, he explained, “It’s a rich banana pudding…will be spread on your tummy. Finally, chocolate truffles and coconut shavings will be sprinkled over you from head to toe.”
“Madam,” Louis said gently. She felt the heat of his body as he bent over her. “I’m going to paint your beautiful lips with a cherry glaze.” Louis wasn’t strikingly
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